Behind Enemy Lines

Life is the mystery, none have solved;
a plant, springing out of the ground;
the Master’s seed; completely evolved;
tho its secrets have yet to be found.

In the heavenly garden; a seed was planted;
and the Master’s progeny was born;
in the appropriate season, life was granted;
and jealousy was destined to form.

Rebellion became the new state of mind;
and rebels sought the Master’s throne;
no longer allowed in perfection, designed;
earth became, the rebels new home.

All were blocked from heaven for a season;
evil was the lesson, we need be taught;
life’s energies; forced to learn life’s reason;
and so, the illusion of earth was brought.

The enemy of God sat on earth’s throne;
and was there thoughout all of time;
being apart from God; was being alone;
and I was living behind enemy lines.

I saw no means of permanent escape;
I was a prisoner of conscious thought;
a world full of pillage, murder and rape;
had become the kingdom we brought.

I suddenly saw how life was designed;
blinded by ambition; unable to see;
truth, like a sunrise, became my mind;
for the real enemy of God was me.

Monty 7/2/22. # 1,190